Oliver sighed, the Holidays were over now and they had to put there masks up even more convincingly, with little to no reprieve as well. The little trio had also been getting on their backs about the troll incident and Christmas. All in all, this term was not looking to turn out well. He groaned. Today was the day of well… nothing important. Asides from the Mirror revelation, and then it being taken away. Darn it, that was simply THE worst thing about this situation! He couldn't do Jack all to get those idiotic First players back here. And he was pretty annoyed at that! He'd followed the stupid around some more, but besides finding out that they had a dragon living in Hagrid's hut… nothing interesting happened. It was very boring, and when the dragon hatched, it didn't change. Sure, they had a little kafuffle with getting it out of the castle, which certainly made him smirk. Smuggling was something from home, even if they weren't doing drugs.

He smiled, the teacher gave him a strange look but carried on with the Herbology lesson. Allen was paying attention to the teacher intently, nodding occasionally, but most other people were giving the plants in front of them wary looks. Oliver smiled at the plant. It retracted its spiky leaves in a coil around its body and began to shiver. He smiled even more, happily this time. He might not be able to go home, but at least the creatures here knew who not to mess with. Viktor was quite happily stroking the plant in front of him, regardless of the small pool of blood forming under his hand as it tried to grab his hand.

Allen frowned and hissed at Viktor. "Ivan, don't you know you're supposed to show pain here?!" Viktor stared at Allen in confusion, then looked at his hand. "Hn." He shook the blood off and stuck it in his pocket, instantly putting the 'Ivan' mask up again. Creepy smile and all, the day was normal, other than a few slips in their masks, but they did need a break soon. If they didn't… they were going to snap, and that would not be good for their existences. At all.

So it was obviously good news when a few nights later when Oliver came charging into the evening meal and literally grabbed Allen and Viktor before charging back out. Dumbledore was suitably unfazed. By that I mean he shot up out of his seat, then cast a hall wide obliviate to cover his mistake. A frown rested upon the old man's features for the rest of the meal, and he left shortly afterwards heading in the direction of the third floor, after ensuring no one saw him.

Meanwhile, the trio of reckless students pounded along down the hallway. Allen broke down the door, and immediately ran up to the Cerberus. He stood up tall to it, baseball bat on his shoulder, and spoke. "You are going to let us through, or you will just be a giant dog. Not a giant three headed dog anymore." A growl sounded from its throats, until the growls tapered out into one pained whine as the two other heads became bloody stumps thanks to one nail filled baseball bat. Allen winced, "Sorry buddy, but can we go through now?" A whimper and a nod was his only response. Oliver grinned and jumped down, followed by Viktor then Allen.

They landed on a patch of devils snare, which Allen instantly recognised. He was about to warn the others, but was cut off by roaring flames spilling out from Oliver and Viktor's wands. He groaned, "A bit of light would have been just as good Oliver!" A cheeky grin came from the pink haired parallel nation, and a shrug from the blonde one. As they stepped through the charred remains of the plants, another trio came down from the trapdoor. Hermione got up first, and was soon calling after them as they walked through a stone archway.

Viktor turned around, and saw them. He stared at them blankly, with a hint of hostility. Ron stepped back "M-maybe we shouldn't be here…?" Viktor nodded, and continued on his way. Or he would have, if Hermione hadn't leapt forwards dragging the terrified males with her. The nations turned as one. "Don't get in our way, Human." Hermione looked a little affronted, but carried on anyway, this time keeping a respectable distance. Eyes narrowed all the way, she followed them. The next challenge of sorts was a chess set. Oliver smiled "Can I take care of this?" Allen sighed, and waved him onwards.

"Yay! Now, chess pieces would you like some cupcakes?" confused looks between them. The smile turned into an impossibly wide toothy grin. "Since you said no, you can become cupcakes." Oliver jumped in the air, and pointed his wand at the chess board as he fell slowly down. To the pieces horror, they started to become chipped away, eventually, all that was left was a pile of an ash looking substance with scattered cupcakes within the heaps. Ron blanched and before you could say parallel nations he was gone. Hermione and Harry were looking around the room nervously, but they continued to follow the nations nonetheless.

The next room was full of flying keys. Allen snorted and kicked down the door, to the shock of the onlookers and faint amusement of Viktor. They stalked forwards into the next room, a table with potions on it and flames leaping around them. Viktor stared at the flames. "дьявол пожар…" he stuck his hand in the flames to test it, and his arm melted a little. He grinned, and stepped forwards to the other side of the flames at the far end of the room, dripping a little but overall fine. "Al, can you get through too?" Allen stuck his hand in the flames, and his arm began falling to dust little by little, one dash through the flames later he was on the other side, safe again. Oliver followed as well, hand melting into wood chips instead of sizzling like flesh should.

Hermione frowned. "Why hadn't they got burns…?" Harry shrugged. "Dunno, you reckon you can get through too?" Hermione stuck a finger in the flame, and her flesh began to sizzle. She squeaked out a "No!" and began to read and figure out the logic puzzle. Viktor, Oliver and Allen, however, had immediately walked through the door into a chamber of sorts, with their mirror in it and a teacher. Snarling, Allen launched himself toward the mirror- and bounced off it. He rubbed his head, and glared at the little red stone floating centre in it. Viktor pushed his hand through to try to knock it out of the way. He nearly touched it, but a shock was all he got for his efforts. He frowned, a rare occurrence.

Quirrel smiled. "You can't get the stone out like that, Russia." Viktor turned around. "Why not, Human?" Allen jumped to the conclusion first. "Did you put it in there so we couldn't get back?!" Quirrel laughed, and it seemed to come from the back of his head as well as the front. "Not I, but someone else did. Likely for that reason." Allen growled, "WHO?!" at this point, he had discarded the robes he wore in favour of his regular clothes he wore. Viktor followed suite, a glare upon his pale visage. Oliver was still grinning, but now it was a malevolent one enhanced by his bubblegum suit.

"Allen, we need to get information from him. Don't kill him yet." Quirrel clapped. "Well done! Looks like you two countries aren't just good for awkward truces then!" Viktor smacked the man, regardless of his comparatively small size, it still would leave a mark. Harry burst through the arch just in time. "W-What's happening?" Oliver turned around. "Nothing for you to worry about, survivor." Harry frowned and was about to ask something, but was cut off. "Yes! Nothing to worry about, just me beating Russia, Britain and America into the ground~!" Allen frowned. "Harry, look in the mirror." In his confused state it was all Harry could do to stammer out "What? Why!?" Allen grinned and hoisted his bat on his shoulder in response.

Harry gulped, but went up to the mirror nonetheless. Allen, Oliver and Viktor stared impatiently at the mirror. "What do you see boy-!" Quirrel was cut off by Viktor tying a gag abruptly around his mouth. Harry frowned, and was about to say something when Allen started jumping up and down. Harry was startled by the action and turned around in time to see the trio slowly changing their outfits and general appearance. Viktor slowly became Russia, black becoming beige, crimson eyes fading to purple, stare changing to a demented smile. Allen changed to America, bat disappearing and outfit becoming less dark, hair fading to blonde and eyes gaining a happy spark. The insane bubble gum waistcoat seamlessly melted into an olive green war uniform, blue orbs turning to a shimmering green, pink hair turning sandy blonde as well.

Harry took a step backwards in shock, as did Quirrel. Quirrel regained his composure first. "I will still-" he was cut off by a cheery America sticking Hamburger's in his mouth. "We're back guys! It took us forever but WE ARE BBAACCKK!" England gave him an obviously tired glare. "Yeah, we know all bloody ready so please, SHUT UP YOU TWAT!" America pouted, but shut up. Russia was eerily silent. "We didn't change back…" silence. England sighed. "Let's just finish the year, before we go explain, yeah?" Scattered nods, and then they were gone. Harry blinked, and looked at Quirrel. He was completely bound by ropes and gagged with several hamburgers. The time caught up to him, and he swayed and fell asleep, a tall man walking over to him was the last thing he saw.

When Harry next awoke it was in the hospital wing to Dumbledore talking with the students who he had seen transform all those nights ago. Dumbledore saw he was awake, and after shoo-ing the students away, he walked over to Harry, ancient smile on his face, and began weaving a tale of how Quirrel was insane and had been killed in the night, by an overdose of smile reducer potion, and how the philosopher's stone was safe and sound. The nations smiled from their place outside the door. All was well, and hopefully Norway or Romania would have figured something out for them to get re-aged. England was going to have fun explaining why He'd been using his one year pass of 'nation vacation' during a regular seeming year for his country. America and Russia could just say 'Cold War recovery.' And leave it at that.

AN, woo! I finally got this done, thanks to all… 6 people who voted. 51 followers, and that was all the interest you took in this story's future? Shameful. Anyway, depending on the response, I may put up a sequel later, what do you guys think? Right now, I have school as of 7AM Greenwich meantime tomorrow. Yay. I'm always open to trying request story's, everyone. So, Hasta la pasta!